to be honest
I'm happy just to see you move
but
you are more of an idea
than anything now
an idea I don't quite understand
and can't quite comprehend

if you acknowledge me
you acknowledge me in a way I don't understand
if you move for me
you move in a way I don't understand
if you love me
you love me in a way I don't understand

the curvature of those pretty lips
the perfectly formed dome cheek bones
the velvet flowing hair and the dead undefinable look within your eyes
it's making me uncomfortable
it's making me hate my own skin
it feels like I don't belong in them
you make me weep as your arcs bend even further
you make me even more
hysterical
because I know
I am not what you want
and I can't even match what you have
that's just a whole different fucking league

nonetheless
as I said
you are more of an idea
than anything now
an idea I don't quite understand
so keep on making me
weep